Li Ji's guess was really right, after the famine with insufficient food, Hussein's first thought of the Arab Empire was to plunder the territory of Great Fujian. XsHuotXT

However, there are still some things wrong in the military department of Damin, it is not this time that the influx of Arab refugees made Hussein decide to plunder Damin, in fact, just after the fall of Kufa, on the way to retreat, Hussein was already planning, and Li Jie was not there was also a small-scale implementation, invading the farms built by Damin, plundering the livestock and wheat raised by the Min people, burning and plundering as if the northern nomads of the previous dynasties did exactly the same as the Central Plains.

It's just that this time it's a lot bigger.

The city of Damascus, which was built just over half a year ago, is enough to be proud of the world's architectural history, and the Caliphate's Palace has completely fallen after only passing its short time.

Hou Jie lit the fire, half of Damascus burned to a black dead ground, the ruins have not yet been cleared, many poor people rely on the palace ruins to rummage through the ruins of the palace every day to find melted precious metals to survive, and now, under the financial shortage, Hussein's caliphate court has to join in this fortune ranks.

I'm afraid that Hou Jie, who is still floating on the Atlantic, never dreamed that he would leave such a financial path for his old rival.

Not far from the ruins of the palace, in the rebuilt mosque, Hussein and his main generals were all nestled in the back room of the small, stuffy prayer hall, with an old, but detailed map of the pre-Persian cowhide in the center.

"Here, here, and this granary where the Min people gather, which was built during the Kufa War to supply the Fujian people on the front line, storing the grain transported from Tianzhu, and now seeing us retreating, the army of the Min people is also retreating to the east, and the defense here is much empty."

"And around here, the Min people have built a lot of new tun farms near Kufa City, we have interfered with the spring ploughing of the Min people, and the Min people who come here to cultivate must have brought a lot of relief grain ......, hiss......"

Speaking of this, Hussein couldn't help but pause, the mask on his face had been taken off at this time, his forehead was sweating from the big butter candle, and the salty beads of sweat crossed the hideous wound on his face, touching the weak nerves under the wound, and the painful caliph couldn't help grinning.

"Caliph, are you alright?"

The fat aristocrat Abdul, who was working with him a few days ago, was much closer at this time, and asked with concern, and then slammed the table angrily: "Damn Min dog!" Sooner or later, Lao Tzu will find out the female assassin who harmed the caliph and kill her! ”

"No!"

After a slight gaffe, Hussein, who was scarred and ugly, shook his head gracefully again: "Compared to the many sufferings that the Fujian people have inflicted on my great Arabia, I am afraid this is the best gift that the Fujian people have given me!"

"In the past, there was a handsome man left by the prophet, and I also looked at people with this mask, but now, this face is ruined, but I have realized the humility that the Lord has given us, and we have learned to treat others with our hearts."

"Alright, let's not talk about that! Abdul, I have drawn 30,000 men from the refugees who have moved from Mesopotamia to form light cavalry, they are familiar with the geography of Mesopotamia, and they are full of hatred for the Min people, I hand them over to you to plunder the wealth for the empire! ”

Seeing the little fat man bowing his head respectfully and saying yes, Hussein couldn't help but put his hands on the map more excitedly, and said in a loud voice eagerly: "Only we Arabs are the noblest and most elegant people in the world, and all foreigners who do not believe in God, even the Great Min, are lowly, and those who are inferior to us are as pitiful as maggots in the soil outside the city."

"Don't pity them, kill them all, only when the Min people learn to kowtow like the Persians and Byzantine Greeks, and pay the poll tax in exchange for their pitiful life, the killing can stop!"

Hussein's words were so impassioned that a dozen or so Arab generals stood up with red eyes.

But before they could excitedly agree, outside the mosque, a loud rumbling sound sounded as loud as thunder in the night, and Hussein's face immediately changed.

There was no time to say anything, Hussein even threw his mask aside and hurried out of the mosque. Following their caliphate, the generals of the Syrian Arab Empire also hurried to catch up.

Standing on the towering walls of Damascus, the plains in the distance are dotted with fires, and the newly settled Arabs of Mesopotamia and the long-lived Arab communities are full of flames, and countless people are screaming in terror and scurrying around.

"How is this possible, how can the Min people silently touch Mount Lebanon and hit the city of Damascus!" Abdul, who had just returned from the border, shouted in disbelief and rage.

Seeing the chaos at the moment, Hussein shook his head calmly: "There are not many Fujian soldiers, if there are many people, there is no need to destroy and alarm us outside the city, and we can't be so careful if a small group comes in."

"It's just that how can the Min army know so clearly where the granary of my great Arab empire is hidden?"

Looking at the flames of several large fires several meters high outside the city, Hussein's brows couldn't help but frown.

Just when Hussein was puzzled, the answer he wanted nodded like a pug, welcoming the humble Min people in Hussein's eyes.

"Boy, well done, this is the reward of King Min!"

Still riding on a horse so arrogantly, Su Dingfang, who was in charge of the attack, threw a bag of heavy coins, tobacco, and all kinds of valuable luxuries on the ground like throwing bones at a dog, and dozens of Arab ruffians really rushed up like a dog grabbing bones, so as not to chatter and thank, while fighting fiercely for every bit of gold.

Looking at the chaotic appearance, Su Dingfang couldn't help but smile contemptuously.

This is Li Jie's plan, every ethnic group, there are so many scum, just two hundred and fifty money can buy Aziz to kill people, this gives Li Jie inspiration, he can't subdue more than 200,000 Arab rebel tribes, but he still has the ability to buy thousands of ruffians.

That's where the previous dark ritual came in.

At this time, the culture of the Arabs was still too shallow, except for a few elites such as Hussein and others, the rest of the lower tribes did not have the concept of national unity, and what maintained all Arabs was blood and faith.

In order to kill the respected imams in the tribe with their own hands, the pitiful faith and identity of these selfish Arab scum were also destroyed to nothing, and the pleasures provided by Damin for seven or eight consecutive days corroded the minds of many people.

You must know that it is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift. Accustomed to smoking ephedra, A Furong's high-quality cigarettes, accustomed to drinking Western Regions wine, and then going back to drink water and eat dry noodle cakes that are so hard that they are teeth, it is definitely more uncomfortable than killing these ruffians.

Don't underestimate one or two thousand ruffians compared to 200,000 people is simply a drop in the ocean, you must know that a stinky fish can make a pot of soup, no, relying on them to lead the way, the Min cavalry easily broke through the Arab blockade, and burned the granary that Hussein painstakingly managed under the nose of Damascus.

Although he doesn't plan to fight Hussein this year, Li Jie doesn't plan to make him feel better.

After appreciating this group of stinky fish, watching the Damascus city gate open, the swarthy caliph's elite forbidden army began to slowly march outward, Su Dingfang did not intend to continue the ink with these people, and casually took out a handful of lapis lazuli from his arms and threw it in the afternoon, and then ordered more arrogantly: "Follow Damin, there are benefits for you to eat fragrant and drink spicy!" It's all clear what to do in a while, right? ”

Grabbing the precious lapis lazuli, Emwakiin, who worked hardest this night, was simply flattering to the extreme, and nodded again and again in agreement: "Understood, understood."

Finally, laughing and glancing at these traitors, Su Dingfang laughed and pulled his horse and galloped away in the direction he came, while running, he shouted excitedly: "The blessing of the prince of Tuomin, we can also be a tartar, brothers, burn hard, let's go back when the burn is over!"

Listening to Su Dingfang's roar, the Damin cavalry, who was even more aroused by the desire to destroy, also laughed feverishly and threw out the last few torches, outside Damascus, a firelight, bursts of laughter haunted it, like gods and demons......

It was not until dawn that the fire was extinguished, and when he went out of the city, he stood in front of the ruins of the granary with black smoke, and Hussein, who had always been good-natured, had scarred cheeks twitching uncontrollably, and tossed for half the night, but the food was not saved, and not a single Fujian soldier was caught, but many people were killed in a fight with the chaotic tribes.

"I'll just say that those foreigners from Mesopotamia are all Min dogs, and I can't trust them!" At this moment, the fat Abdul was reasonable, and kept shouting in circles, and the other leaders of the Hawariji faction who listened to it also looked ugly.

But just as the powder keg was rising to spark, a huge commotion suddenly broke out behind them, at the gates of Damascus, and thousands of Mesopotamian Arabs who had burned their homes shouted and rushed into the city, and in the city, the Arab tribes who believed in the Havaliji sect were pushing outward with curses.

In the crowd, Emwachiin shouted especially loudly, like a living saint, and the ruffian hissed inward, shouting with all his might.

"Brothers, squeeze! These Hawariji heretics are going to leave us outside the city and starve to death, enter the city, and steal food! ”

His shouts were tantamount to adding fuel to the fire, adding fuel to the fire and causing the hordes of refugees to boil even more.

Seeing the uncontrollable chaos, Hussein's hands trembled violently, and finally, the sound of metal cutting through the scabbard sounded, and the sharp Damascus scimitar was pulled out of his waist............